The road is straight,
No curves, nothing is bent;
I only see what’s right in front of me.
Faster than sound,
I whistle the air;
Not a speck in my eyes,
I’m head to head with my demise.
Broke loose, now things are right;
I’m enjoying this, I’m sitting tight.
Nothing on my back is tied,
I’m on my final ride.
I grab my throttle hard,
the wind runs by my face.
I smell that…
That concrete set me free.
This is the moment that I seize;
I feel lika a guy
in late Alzheimer’s disease.
Nothing can save me now…
Salvation is not what I need;
I need to no more need a need.
Just let me fly in these last seconds of mine.
From the time I got in that womb,
this was the plan for me.
I was born, even then life was late for me;
I guess you can call that, destiny.
I smile now, knowing that
my legacy will not have the same destiny.
Live on my boys…
You make sense in all there is.
Dear ones I love,
both dead and alive;
See me now,
this is the way I want to go out.
I’m a free bird,
with black I am bred.
Devil, hear me;
I hope you are the one to greet me.
I wear it all,
All those shadows of misty past;
But I also wear,
warmth of pure future hope.
Truckman, don’t be afraid…
I’m sorry I’ll spoil your truck,
with my red cold blood.
You sirens back there,
thank you guys for singing.
I know you won’t get it,
but thank you for making me king.
Ahh…
Spread-wing raven, it flies over me.
You dear raven..
You are the last sight I see.
I’ll fly with you.
I spread out my arms,
I stand on my Harley;
“Get the beer ready,
Martin Luther, Pericles and Marley…”
What a sight to behold;
Those black wings amidst the sun.
Nothing can stop me now;
I am most filled with life.
I was the reaper most of the time,
but now I finished the line.
The scythe is on me,
it’s me who I reap last.
Welcome Mr.Mayhem…
Spread-wing raven, splat down on the ground.
My guts are all over around.
Now I finally caught up,
the end of my road.

Every morning, right at dawn
this happens before I even yawn.
Day after day, day after day,
before I even wake,
before light with my eyes I take,
the same way it goes.
Over and over and over again…
It starts with this sudden rash on my skin,
like when someone is bothered with some very deep sin.
I taste of something unpleasent, sour.
If I spit it, steel I think I’d devour.
All stiff and sore,
I get up, unwillingly I’m mumbling something gore.
I look myself in the mirror,
sheet after sheet, it just gets thicker.
My eyes ****** and black,
inside them I see, a dent, a small crack.
Day after day, day after day,
while everyone sleeps,
I pity that soul that down in the crack slowly weeps.
I watch as it gets wider and wider,
that *****, that empty hollow ditch.
I see away, try to hide the disgust.
There is no place left in me, where I’d put my own trust.
There’s no border more, between reason and lust.
It was taken by some passing windy gust,
some swarmy pile of useless dust.
Vigorously I feel fire building up in me.
Hell got upstairs again, in me I see.
It burns I can feel it,
that unscratchable itch.
I stay still, I don’t move,
only with my left cheek I twitch.

It screams.. Oh god, it does scream.
All I feel now is sorrow and pain,
just looking for things to punish and blame.
Trapped, I lost all type of sense.
Pushed from all sides, as a block of stone my heart is dense.
Oh, it does scream..
Nobody hears.
I cry, my soul is full of tears.
I look in the mirror,
I don’t recognize that guy.
Who is he? What has he become?
I hear them calling,
that’s not my name.
I look not with my eyes,
and all I see is a stranger.
Surounded by people I am alone.
“Get away you filth, begone!”
If they knew what’s in my blood,
they’d nail me on a pike, oh God.
From the bottom to top I’m filled with hate.
Nobody can’t even think of passing my gate.
My face I can’t stand to look.
Who are you stranger, you who my face took?
From me, for me I feel fear.
I’m not getting out of this void anytime near.
And I do know, that deep hate has been born
from deeper love that has been torn.

I breathe in.
I feel love and tears of joy.
I breathe out.
I cry, I laugh; The world is but a toy.

I breathe in.
I’m curious;
Just a fish looking at the hook.
I breathe out.
I want it all;
I search, I seek, I look.

I breathe in.
The river of woe,
with no warning does flow.
I breathe out.
Dissapointed and confused,
I boldy look for the More.

I breathe in.
Down and up and up and down,
I am still standing.
I breathe out.
Now I know,
that I know nothing.

I breathe in.
I passed the test;
I found love, made it work.
I breathe out.
I’m just glad that there still is road.

I breathe in.
The road does have holes;
That’s how it is, we are just in our roles.
I breathe out.
One day it will be past,
I am true, so it can last.

I breathe in.
I found my soul.
I breathe out.
I find that all we need is just in the plain and small.

I breathe in.
I get my love, I set sail.
I breathe out.
Oh, I have not a single regret.

I breathe in.
The time has passed, only memories are left.
I breathe out.
No more I move, no more I have breath.

I turn back only to see
that my shadow is eating me.
It’s not the same you see,
my dreams and reality.
All the time I wish you here,
but what would I do if you really were here?
I wake up to the mirror only to see,
shards of my broken reality.
I see my reflection,
reflection of my shadow eating me.
I can’t stop my crave for you.
What can I do?

Do you ever feel closed?
Do you ever wonder what’s out there?
Or you are just stuck on who and why and where?
You swallow it all, are you ever opposed?
Does it scare you when you are exposed?

Do you lust for the things behind the wall?
Do you ever cry down and pray,
that you may see more, atleast for a day?
Can you stand alone, or you are just somebody’s thrall?
Can you grasp the thing, that you are small?

Can you imagine nothing?
Do you have a hole that needs to be filled?
What will be of you if in this instant you are killed?
Do you ever feel the insides of your skull buzzing?
Do you think salvation lies in the den of our loving?

What is your purpose, what are you for?
Did ever, that question took your breath?
Is there a diffrence between life and death?
Did you ever want to break out and explore?
Is there a thing in your life that you want to adore?

At the thought of these questions I shake to the bone.
My puzzled desires to know can never sit on a chair.
I need them satisfied like I need air.
I’m just a thing that wants all sides to be shown.
I just want to get a scope to the unknown.

Will you hear this song I made for,
for the man that wanted more?
He’s been the one that keeps the rows,
he’s the one that promised to never break his vows.
The man that stands on the gate,
the one that thought that could twist fate,
he’s been the one that holds his ground,
knowing he is punched round by round.
For the better good he kept it all,
he thought that meant strong, he stood tall.
He never pinched, he never let out,
never screamed, he didn’t shout.
He’s the man that kept the bubble from bursting out.
But now, now something’s changed.
Now all he can see is that he is caged.
He has seen now that he’s been pressed and pressed.
He has seen now all the things that got him messed.
A locked animal constantly whipped,
his heart is dark, from the inside-out it is ripped.
The one that floats,
the one that thought to take all roads,
he’s been laying on the lake,
with nothing more to give or take.
The dark waters echo from underneath,
the sun shines, fills him with heat.
He broke off from the strings,
all he can hear now is how the bell rings.
The man has seen now that more is not what he needs.
All will come if from the soul he does his deeds.
More is not anymore, that which he wants to seek.
Everything is the same, looking from the peak.
The man that was stone and hard leather,
he now simply lays on the water, light as a feather.